I Wish My Horse Had The Speed

Bid Me Discourse, I Will Enchant Thine Ear

The Hand That Hath Made You Fair Hath Made You Good. Pity Is The Virtue Of The Law, And None But Tyrants Use It Cruelly.

No, No, I Am But Shadow Of Myself: You Are Deceived, My Substance Is Not Here.

And My Poor Fool Is Hanged! No, No, No Life! Why Should A Dog, A Horse, A Rat, Have Life, And Thou No Breath At All? Thou'lt Come No More, Never, Never, Never, Never, Never! Pray You, Undo This Button.

By Heaven, I Do Love: And It Hath Taught Me To Rhyme, And To Be Mekancholy.